Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

"Okay, don't mention your metaphysical theory anymore, I think my head is big when I listen to it. Ba Yi Chinese Network ?? W≥W = W≥. ≥8≤1≤Ｚ≈W≈.≥C ≠ OM "I interrupted Wen Jiubai with a headache," No matter what the definition of death is, what are you going to do about it? "

"What should I do? Of course it was resolved." Wen Jiubai said with a sneer. "Of course, the commission that I have accepted, of course, bears responsibility. Otherwise, why would I come here as a teacher?"

"Old, teacher?" I almost missed my saliva, and repeated aloud again, "You, a teacher?"

However, Wen Jiubai did not answer to me, but showed a meaningful smile and went away.

Before I knew the situation at all, the class teacher told us in the class that the teacher who taught ancient Chinese was pregnant and took time off to go home. During this time, a new teacher would give us a substitute class.

Then, with a smile, Wen Jiubai came in behind the classroom door.

From the moment he came in, there was a commotion in the classroom, and I heard a lot of girls booing.

"He is so handsome ..."

"Really, still the eldest boy."

"He is really a teacher, isn't he an actor?"

I murmured secretly in my heart, how could Wen Jiubai be as handsome as they say, it seemed to me at best to be pretentious.

"Quiet." Wen Jiubai walked up to the podium with a faint smile, tapped the table twice, then picked up the chalk, and wrote his name on the blackboard while saying, "My name is Wen Jiubai. , Heming Jiujiu's nine, Zhensong Jinbai's cypress. Now temporarily replace your original teacher Li and give you a course on ancient Chinese. "

Wen Jiubai said something on the stage, but I didn't pay much attention, and my eyes fell on the empty position in the front row.

That was supposed to be Su Xiaoyi's position. She likes to sit in the back of the third row every class, but now, there is no one there.

Not only that, the entire classroom was empty, and less than half of the class came.

Although the possibility of truancy is not ruled out, many people are still missing. Others are afraid to come to class because of fear.

Many of these people now sitting in their seats were pale and said nothing.

"Now we are starting the lesson. Turn to page 117 of your textbook and tell me where you were in the last lesson." Wen Jiubai held the lesson plan with one hand and tapped on the podium with one hand.

However, I was still absent-minded and didn't listen to him at all. My mind was still on Liang Kaifeng's bizarre death and the mysterious disappearance of others.

Liang Kaifeng's death, it really should still think from the perspective of investigating the case, determine the time of his disappearance, and then eliminate the suspects one by one to find the killer ...

wrong. I was frustrated. What if you really find the suspect? It doesn't matter whether Liang Kaifeng committed suicide or homicide. The point is how did he become like that? Is there any chance to save him now? And where is Su Xiaozheng and other missing persons? Has the school started an investigation? What about the results of the survey?

"Gu Yu!"

My name was called suddenly, startled, and I got up from my seat, and saw Wen Jiubai looking at me unhappyly.

"Uh ... to?"

There was a soft laughter all around, and I stood in embarrassment.

But Wen Jiubai wasn't angry. He said the same soft tone when he said, "Gu Yu, can you tell me, where did Teacher Li teach you to go?"

"Uh, that ..." I hurriedly flipped through the book for a while, and finally found the notes I took, "Chapter 13."

"Very good, sit down." Wen Jiubai nodded, and I was relieved and sat back in my seat.

When I opened my notebook and remembered what was said in the last lesson, Wen Jiubai seemed to pass by me inadvertently, and then I felt the warmth of my hands.

Wen Jiubai put his hand on the back of my hand, but quickly took it away. I heard him say in a voice that only the two of us could hear, "Don't worry, there will always be a way."

I can't say why, but when Wen Jiubai said this, I felt relieved almost immediately. I gave him a grateful look, but he turned away and walked away.

"Can anyone tell me what is the course of ancient Chinese?" Wen Jiubai stood on the podium again, watching the class and asking.

You look at me, I look at you, although a little strange to this question, but a few good students raised their hands.

"Ancient Chinese is relative to modern Chinese. It is the mass language of the ancient Han people. The written language of ancient Chinese in a broad sense has two systems: one is the ancient Chinese written language based on pre-Qin spoken language and its descendants used Works written in written language; the other is ancient vernacular formed on the basis of northern dialects after the Six Dynasties. "

Wen Jiubai smiled and raised his hand. "The concept of the book is pretty good, sit down."

The student sat down somehow.

"But this is not what I'm going to say." Wen Jiubai said with a smile on his lips, arms folded in his arms, and a brawny look. "It's a weapon."

"Weapons?" The students all looked at each other, wondering what the new teacher was playing.

"Language is a weapon. Ancient language is a powerful weapon combined with the wisdom of the ancient people. If we study properly and use it properly, it will definitely be a powerful and lethal weapon." And talk.

It's over ... I know that Wen Jiubai will never be a good teacher. I am helpless below. Listen to him and talk about something weird.

However, Wen Jiubai, who was standing on the podium, could not hear my thoughts at all, and continued to say, "Imagine that the nature is so huge, but only a human species can use something like language. Is it amazing? Not only that, human beings use language to communicate, spread ideas, and record history. The power of language is beyond your imagination. "

"But, teacher, even if you say that, it's a bit exaggerated to say that language is a weapon." At this time, someone said in the classroom.

"Which classmate were you just?" Wen Jiubai's eyes looked.

"Sorry, it's me, teacher." Qi Bojian raised his hand weakly.

Wen Jiubai found his name on the roster, "Qi Bojian, right?"

"Ah, yes!" Qi Bojian hurriedly got up from his seat.